Luyện nghe bài hát Three Horses

In the dawn a stallion white
Prances the hills in the light
His bridle is painted with and gold
Orchids and dragons, knights of old

He is the horse of the past
And now the run to see
The on the hill bringing bags of apples
And of they have filled

And the horse tells his stories
Of the days now and gone
And the children a-wondering
Believing song, how brightly glows the past

When the sun is high comes a so red
Trampling the graves of the living and
Her mantle is heavy with mirrors and
All is reflected the red mare does pass

She is the horse of the and now
And now there is
the children on the hill
They cling to one and no longer can be still

While the red voice is trembling
With a and mighty call
The children remembering
The and the pall

And their many-colored sweaters
Are reflected in the
And though the sun down upon them
They are in the grass
How stark is the and now

When night does fall a stallion black
So and tall he never looks back
He him no emeralds, silver and gold
Not a covering to keep him from cold

He is the horse of the to come
And I get me down
Before this steed upon my
And to him the sorrows of a thousand centuries

And the children now scatter
As their mothers call them
For the of the evening horse
No child has ever

And I hang about him
A bell that's rung
And thank him for the words
Which from his throat have never

And I'll thank God and all the
the stallion of the evening
The black of the future
to Earth but has no tongue